I still think about the psychiatrist in the hospital where I was locked up for a week. Today, a robust Russian woman revealed the truth to me: first, the police wouldn't leave me alone because of orders for psychological injuries and Stasi techniques, and then, when I refuse the Iranian and Austrian women would scream: only a street whore or someone of the lowest class would live with him. Eight years have passed, I'm still healthy, and everything else is normal. Every filthy person with complexes rubs himself to ecstasy, chanting as he rubs: long live this atrocity against him.